Maybe There's a Cowboy
I'm a city slicker
Ain't touched hard liquor
Outside of New Year's Eve
But baby, when I'm with you
In a drinkin' mood
We could drown a brandy sea
I'm a Subaruber
Five stars on Uber
I'm used to drivin' peas
But baby, when you pull up
In your pickup truck
I'm startin' to believe
Maybe there's a cowboy
Somewhere deep in these jeans
Cause you got me thinkin'
I'ma throw on them boots
And whisk you into a swing
A-wuh-oh
Maybe I'm a small-town man
Cause I've been watchin' these
Big-time plans
Just gallop away
Oh, every time you lasso me
A-way-ay, A-way-ay
You're a wildflower
And I know you'd sour
On crowds and skies of glass
So even if I could
I never would
Try to tug you from the grass
You're my prairie baby
And no uptown lady
Could steer my eyes from you
The way you drawl me in
With your strawberry grin
And a flick of them baby blues
Got me thinkin' there's a cowboy
Somewhere deep in these jeans
Cause you got me itchin to
Throw on them boots
And whisk you into a swing
A-wuh-oh
Maybe I'm a small-town man
Cause I've been watchin' these
Big-time plans
Just gallop away
Oh, every time you lasso me
A-way-ay, A-way-ay
And when it's time to quit the city
It's feelin' tough to pull away
But then I feel your arms around me
And I can't wait to hit the hay
Go huntin' for the cowboy
Somewhere deep in these jeans
Cause you got me thinkin'
I'ma get on my knees
And whisk you into a ring
A-wuh-oh
Maybe I'm a small-town man
Cause I've been watchin' these
Big-time plans
Just gallop away
Oh, every time you lasso me
A-wuh-oh, A-way-ay
Ain't touched hard liquor
Outside of New Year's Eve
But baby, when I'm with you
In a drinkin' mood
We could drown a brandy sea
I'm a Subaruber
Five stars on Uber
I'm used to drivin' peas
But baby, when you pull up
In your pickup truck
I'm startin' to believe
Maybe there's a cowboy
Somewhere deep in these jeans
Cause you got me thinkin'
I'ma throw on them boots
And whisk you into a swing
A-wuh-oh
Maybe I'm a small-town man
Cause I've been watchin' these
Big-time plans
Just gallop away
Oh, every time you lasso me
A-way-ay, A-way-ay
You're a wildflower
And I know you'd sour
On crowds and skies of glass
So even if I could
I never would
Try to tug you from the grass
You're my prairie baby
And no uptown lady
Could steer my eyes from you
The way you drawl me in
With your strawberry grin
And a flick of them baby blues
Got me thinkin' there's a cowboy
Somewhere deep in these jeans
Cause you got me itchin to
Throw on them boots
And whisk you into a swing
A-wuh-oh
Maybe I'm a small-town man
Cause I've been watchin' these
Big-time plans
Just gallop away
Oh, every time you lasso me
A-way-ay, A-way-ay
And when it's time to quit the city
It's feelin' tough to pull away
But then I feel your arms around me
And I can't wait to hit the hay
Go huntin' for the cowboy
Somewhere deep in these jeans
Cause you got me thinkin'
I'ma get on my knees
And whisk you into a ring
A-wuh-oh
Maybe I'm a small-town man
Cause I've been watchin' these
Big-time plans
Just gallop away
Oh, every time you lasso me
A-wuh-oh, A-way-ay
Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Hogan
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